Sun Shine Seldom Knew

Amongst the mist were trees rot, a lovely flower grew. Dark skies found its moss, were sun shine seldom knew. Beauty waded through the bog and found a wretched creature there. A cursed tormented soul , her sight could hardly bare Nothing more than April rain washed a way the mud. I realized then what I concealed, was covered in her blood. A diamond in the rough I knew could drain a rose porcelain white. On this day I pray at noon, that her flower find some light.